Makers

she swore out the lights when she said that she was only in it for the rain she made of her bed a naive nativity just in case it became - just in case here's the 1st of many songs you wanted me to write just for you I hope to god you like it it's as pretty as it is cruel it's as pretty as it is cruel she swore out the lights when she dammed herself to sleep her thirteenth finger my whiskey drink and she wept at the scene as the ambulance drove off come circumference, come circumstance here's the first of many songs you wanted me to write just for you I hope to god you like it and it may seem pretty cruel but mercy is not my name and our kids I hope to god you counted them you're as pretty as you are cruel you're as pretty as you are cruel you're as pretty as you are cruel